To Greg's Family and Friends, I only just found out about his passing today. I am so sorry to hear that he is gone. Greg and I worked on a few comic book projects together. He was a talented artist and a loyal friend. In both instances, he was the better man. Again, I offer you my condolences.

It hasn't really sunk in yet. Seems like only yesterday we were in Mrs. Fenner's morning kindergarten class at Warring School. We became fast friends. You were the more out-going one, I was the shy kid. You were the one who even in elementary school could tell a big story and actually make people believe it had happened. Some people used to always say you were just lying, but if they'd just paid close attention, they would have seen your amazingly active imagination at work. Yeah, they were tall tales but they were the beginnings of an artist who could not only conceive of wildly fanciful stories, but draw them. You were never without a sketch pad and pencil. In middle school, kids would gather around you during lunch to watch you sketch. While the rest of us were awkward and uncertain, you always seemed to know what you would be doing when you got older. You were going to be a cartoonist. And then years later, you were. Now we lost touch after high school graduation, and probably only saw each other a handful of times over the past 40 years, but when Facebook brought us back together it was almost as if we'd never parted. The conversation was easy and similar to ones we had as kids, it's just that we were older. Growing older is the one thing you never really think about as a kid. Growing older, getting sick, dying. We never thought about that stuff. I didn't anyway. That's why this doesn't seem real and certainly doesn't seem fair. We were just supposed to go on forever being able to sit around, online or off, and just gab away about anything and everything. Now we can't. I only have the memories.

To the family and friends of Greg, I'm sorry for your loss, I hope the void left behind can be filled a bit knowing that others care. Most of all knowing God cares, and that losing our loved ones in death was never part of his original purpose for us, nor does it bring praise and honor to him, but rather he has set an appointed time when no one will say I am sick Isaiah 33:24, and he will swallow up death forever and wipe away the tears from all faces Isaiah 25:8